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Welcome to the discussion thread for CJ’s series. All things CJ are fair game, I simply ask you be respectful of others. I will actively participate in the discussion. Ask questions, speculate about what’s coming, or bitch about what happened. We’re now open for business! -
So, my sister came up to help me on Friday with my storage unit. We stuffed her minivan full of my boxes and hauled it all back to where I'm currently living. We pulled out the few units that will be going to my new home (the rest will go to storage in Alaska) and then we got to work on the remainder of my bedroom. The miscellaneous boxes I've been living out of the last 2 years are now gone. Funny how the room seems so much bigger. But it hit me as I set the last box on the stack that -- sweet Jesus! -- in one month I'll be back in Alaska! It's really happening. I guess the money I shelled out to pay off my credit card wasn't enough ... I'm practically itching to get going. Other things I realized this week... (1) I have cat stuff at my parents' but I'll need another set for Chevak (2) I have way more ebooks than I realized (3) I forgot to grab my bookmarks off my old laptop before handing it over to be purged (4) I still don't know where the controllers are for my PS2 (5) Flash drives breed On a different note, My sister and brother-in-law want my car, so that's one worry off my checklist. My niece and nephew will be out to visit their dad in June, so I'll get to hang out with them before I leave. I'll be accompanying them to the San Diego Zoo and to a waterpark. Not sure what else. My sister suggested I use google plus (?) as an alternative to Facebook in order to stay connected to friends down here in CA. Anyone know how to do that? I checked it out when I got home today and either I'm blind or it's not as easy to find as my sister made it out to be. Granted, it was part of a 5-second conversation as I was leaving her house this morning. BTW, she and her husband moved out of the hellhole they've been in the last year. Much nicer place they've got, and the house certainly has character! LOL. There's a pillar in the living room and all the doors are different colors. I turned in my final portfolio for my beginng teacher program last week, so that's a weight off my shoulders. Choir is officially over for the summer (as of today), so another responsibility bites the dust. Since my students are all working on class projects this coming week, I may actually be able to leave school before dark. I wonder if that means I'll be able to get some writing done? I've been plagued with visions of Dmitri and Mordred surrounded by pirates singing sea chanties. Anyone know of some good ones? Also, the latest Star Trek movie sucked ass.
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Never mind the title; that was just a cheap ruse to get some views. I know how your filthy minds work, but this is a family blog. It’s been more than three years since I last had a vacation, so now the restrictions have eased, I’ve decided to visit my sister out west. She is the third of my five sisters in terms of age and was the oldest of my adopted siblings still living at home when I joined the family as a young teenager. We bonded quickly, and she soon became my closest confidant. She was the first person to guess my sexuality at a time when even I wasn’t entirely sure, and she helped me to hide it from our parents until I was ready to come out. I even met my first boyfriend through her. He lived further than I could walk, so she would drive me to his house after school and pick me up later in the evening. Everyone knew I was up to something, but they assumed I was meeting a girl, and my sister did all she could to encourage this misconception. Such loyalty deserves a reward, and in return, I would open the back door so she could sneak in late from her boyfriend’s house. We didn’t have air-conditioning, so in the summer, I used to sleep in the basement where it was cooler, and she would tap on the window by my bed to wake me. Needless to say, we’re pretty close, and I’m looking forward to seeing her again, four years after she left for the boonies, but it’s not going to be easy. In Canada, everywhere is far away, and my sister lives three time zones from me on the Pacific coast. For someone who spent most of his childhood living in a city where you couldn’t drive for more than a few hours in any direction without ending up in the sea, it took a while for me to appreciate the sheer size of this country. To visit my sister, I have to endure a five-hour flight to Vancouver, followed by an hour on a small seaplane and another hour’s drive from the dock into the wilderness. I’m told she has a Jeep; I suspect a bull-whip too. Indiana Jones springs to mind, and I can remember watching those movies with her as a teenager and sharing the same unhealthy obsession with Harrison Ford. Door to door should take about sixteen hours. Of course, it’s quicker and easier for me to get to Europe and only slightly less distance, but it will be worth the hassle to see her in the flesh again. That sentence alone will ensure her favourite sibling is treated like a king. I’m a sly fox; she taught me well. Until now, Calgary is the furthest west I’ve been, and I shall never forget watching the bareback riding with my brother at the famous Stampede a few years ago. Make of that what you will, but it was an experience not for the faint of heart, and I’ve been dying to get back there ever since. Cowtown is a cool place to be in the summer, especially during the Stampede when the city is thronging with cowboys. If you’re reading this, I hope you appreciate the plug, @wildone. I'll be back there someday. On a serious note, I enjoy travelling; it’s in my blood. But I’m not irresponsible, and I understand that this virus has yet to be defeated. I’ve followed the rules from the beginning, isolating to the point of depression, but now I crave close family—something I took for granted for so many years. Living on my own hasn’t been easy, but my life is comfortable, and despite often working in areas of high infection, I haven’t been sick. I’m grateful for that and looking forward to finally crossing the Rocky Mountains.
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My modest Swedish friend didn't set up a story topic for her first story Thaw, but with the sequel Frost now posting, I think it's time we had a place to rant and post pictures, songs and links to all those great Scandinavian places and things. In other words WELCOME to the story topic forum of Thaw and Frost by Puppilull aka Sister Sweden I hope you'll join me here for discussions of Joel and Lucas and all the fun they get up to.
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There are many genres of books and stories. The challenge is to write a Travel story. You tell a story about traveling, the places you see, the things you experience, and the things you shouldn’t miss.
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I feel weird about writing this post. And embarrassed as hell. I don't know how many of you have faced this in real life. So, it is quite a sensitive issue as well. A couple of nights before, I enjoyed this wonderful open air concert put together by the British Council and Bengal Foundation in a joint venture. It was a folk music fest, where musicians from both Bangladesh and UK performed traditional folk numbers from each their respective cultures. It was an exciting and sonorous jam up session. I totally loved it. Now, this was an open to all sort of program. So, people from diverging classes, social backgrounds and educational qualifications were there. Amongst that mixed crowd, there was a big rowdy congregation that kept throwing racial and other dirty slurs towards the visiting musicians and their kin. Nobody gave much notice. They were speaking in plain Bangla and most of the Caucasians present did not understand a word of it. At some point, a good number of the white folk came towards my end of the area and tried to join in with the general crowd and enjoy the show together. At this moment, these hooligans started saying the same stuff in a much more amicable way on their face and started making fun of their inability to understand the crude language. After a while, they took the cue from the body language of those bastards and went back to their part of the area. The foul slurs continued nonetheless. Most of these hooligans were uneducated manual workers from lower socioeconomic classes. And probably weren't there for the music. But, anyway a couple of educated people were also in that crowd. And then, there were people like us, educated middle and high class men, who understood both sides of the coin, the animosity and the public humiliation, yet, alas, refrained from taking any action against it. We could have stopped those idiots from besmirching our cultural name globally. But, none of us did. I know what most were thinking; "we shouldn't get involved", "these low-life good-for-nothings are a headache. They are everywhere", "see after 200 years of subjugation, you get paid in your own coins" and sorts. May be some really wanted to help, like a couple standing next to me, who tried to intervene and got harassed for it. But, mostly nobody did anything. I know, I should have done something myself, but, I was afraid that if things went out of hand they would hurt me. So, I kept mum. I regret it now. I want to tell you all, if you ever end up in a situation like that in Indian Subcontinent, please, don't take that as our universal policy. I apologize on behalf of these uncultured bigots who bring shame to our hospitality. And word of advice, if someone keeps attacking you zealously in his mother tongue here, he is most likely to be calling you God-awful names in that unintelligible language of his. Ignore these twats. They are mostly harmless bastards. In anyway, try to get away from these idiots as soon as possible lest they harm you. If someone really wants to talk to you, he will most likely speak English. And trust me when I say almost 100% of Subcontinent population understands and speaks English, haltingly may be, but, they do nonetheless. If they say they are not getting you, then mostly it's because of the accent not the language. And the shopkeepers act coy just to get more money out of the deal. My vegetable seller in the bazaar, from whom my mom mostly buys, has a B.Sc. in Chemistry, just saying.
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So here’s what’s new. I’ve returned to the land of my ancestors. The little, funny-shaped island on the top left-hand corner of Europe where I spent most of my childhood, including half of my school life and a few chaotic years as an adult. This is the fourth time that I have been back since I was shipped off to the new world as a teenager and it seems that each time I return, this once very familiar place has moved a little further away. I have to admit that after seventeen years in Canada there is very little English left in me and I am now no more than a tourist in a city which for so long, I regarded as my home. One of the reasons for this visit was to attend a surprise birthday party for a friend who I have known since primary school. It was organised by his wife and she was the one who persuaded me to come over in a series of clandestine telephone calls and emails. It was a genuine surprise for my friend who didn’t suspect a thing and as you can imagine, it was quite an emotional reunion. He was completely unaware of the secret cross Atlantic messaging between his best friend and his wife and had no idea that she had already moved me into the spare room in their house earlier that day while he was at work. Understandably I suppose, he wasn’t that concerned by my harmless cavorting with his good lady and I spent most of the evening trying to free myself from his endless, tearful man hugs. I didn’t mind at all; he has always been one hundred percent straight but completely at home and supportive of my sexuality. I couldn’t want for a better friend and I shall miss him the most.
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